[Comprehensive British and American] Heroes set up villains script

"The group battles are divided according to the dormitory." Kels said to the fans, he explained: "No matter what you fought before, now that you come to this dormitory, the four of us will be tied up."

Just half an hour ago, they received a broadcast notification about the post about the youth group battle that would start two days later.

Since it was the first time for Aesop to participate, they explained the rules to Aesop a little bit.

First: The competition is conducted in a team format. Generally, a dormitory is a team. Since Aesop is newly added to their dormitory, the three-person battle will be reshuffled, and other dormitories will also be disassembled to form four people.

Second: Each battle post will be released two days in advance, and in the next two days, an instructor will be randomly assigned to teach you the skills of fighting individually, the purpose is to give the loser a chance to counterattack.

Third: The weapon is selected in advance before entering the arena, and there is no weapon for you to choose after entering the arena. Of course, you can choose to snatch other people's weapons.

Fourth: The melee is a time point system, the team that gets more points within the specified time wins.The game will wear special clothes, and the points lost every time it is attacked will be uploaded.

The above is what Aesop thinks it is necessary to write down, and of course there are some irrelevant terms and conditions.

Hill looked at the oil stains on the tabletop flying in front of him with disgust, and he quickly moved the bench away from the table.

"Kels, can you please finish eating before explaining? This is disgusting. If this thing sticks to me I will kill you for sure."

Kells blinked, "I'm done."

He knew that what Hill said was true, that he would really kill himself.

Aesop was sitting at the table, wearing a white bathrobe, crossing his legs and hugging his chest, thinking about something.

"How can you leave here?" Aesop asked suddenly.

"Stay here until you become an adult, and you can leave after winning the melee." Keles continued, ignoring Hill's murderous gaze.

Aesop frowned and rejected the proposal. "too long."

There are still a few years until he reaches adulthood, let alone whether he can survive to adulthood in the arena, as long as he is not targeted, he will definitely survive.

But... From the current point of view, his reputation has been resounding in Almans. Those who are fortunate to be teammates with him must try to curry favor with him, and those who become his opponents will naturally try to target him.

These things are small problems for Aesop.

What he was afraid of was that after he went out, the world had changed drastically, how would he find Jason?

And... the chances of the guy who can't adapt to Almans due to too much change outside is very high, right?

Either they eventually died in the arena, or they became one of Armans' staff.

Moreover, Aesop also had another idea. This might be a packaged training ground. Through the selection method of melee, the winners with high strength were sold to other organizations.

Thinking of this, Aesop's eyes darkened.If this is the case, he has to get out of here sooner, he doesn't want to be someone else's subordinate, at least not now.

"Are you stupid, Aesop said it. He was brought in by the clown and the clown said he wanted to raise him. Maybe one day he will be taken away by the clown, and now Aesop is also a second-generation sinner, maybe He was just sent by the clown to experience life." Hill rolled his eyes and said.

Aesop frowned, a little dissatisfied and didn't speak, he didn't want to be taken away by the clown.

Later, Aesop didn't listen to what they said. He was more concerned about whether the teacher who would guide him tomorrow could teach him something, or was it just a show?

Aesop wants to be strong enough to fight the Joker and Batman.

Aesop didn't want to feel the powerlessness and incompetence of losing Peggy and seeing Batman take Jason away.

He wants to be in charge of his life.Even if not now, in the future.

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Aesop pushed open the iron door. The sound of the iron door made people uncomfortable in the quiet night, and there was no light in the dark room.

Aesop blinked uncomfortably. It is said that his instructor is waiting for him in this room.

There was no light in the room, no sound.

Aesop simply pushed the door open completely to let the fake moonlight cast by the drone outside shine on the room, illuminating part of the interior of the room.

Aesop's eyes wandered around the room, there was nothing in the room except a bench and the person sitting on it.

someone?Why didn't he hear any sound just now?Even now, he couldn't hear the man's voice.

Both heartbeat and breathing should be very obvious in such a quiet situation.

Aesop paused, his expression didn't change.

There was a man sitting on the bench under the moonlight. He was wearing a custom-made black suit, with his head hanging down, letting his half-length black hair soaked in sweat scatter between his forehead.

From Aesop's perspective, only the man's slender eyelashes and the high bridge of the nose can be seen. The man's legs are slightly spread apart, and his slender fingers are holding a handle. The gun hangs between his legs, and blood drips from his fingertips. The ground was dizzy, and the whole person looked decadent and dejected.

Aesop didn't dare to take it lightly. Even now, Aesop didn't hear a breath from this man. He is a master of stealth.

He can teach himself things, sure.

The man finally moved, and he slowly raised his head to reveal his deep eyes and handsome face.

There was no emotion in the man's voice. "049?"

Aesop straightened his waist unconsciously, every random movement of this man gave him a sense of oppression, "Yes."

The man nodded, put the gun away, stood up and shook the blood on his hands, and said, "Night Devil or John Jonathan Wick is fine."

Aesop was stunned for a moment, realizing that the other party was telling him his title.

"Stealth, marksmanship, swordsmanship, what do you want your first lesson to be?" John asked, but he pulled out his knife without intending to get Aesop's answer at all.

"Knife skills, the origin of all battles." John threw a blade about 40cm long to Aesop, and he took off the belt and wrapped it around his hand as a weapon. "let's start."

Aesop opened his mouth and said nothing. He picked up the knife from the ground and slashed at John with his backhand.

With a swipe, the belt was pulled on the back of Aesop's hand without hesitation, directly knocking out the knife in Aesop's hand.

Aesop screamed softly, and the back of his hand swelled up due to the merciless force of the other party.

John flicked the belt and judged: "The reaction is okay, but the speed is not enough. Also, don't make any noise during the battle, it will expose yourself."

"continue."

Aesop picked up the blade, and this time he didn't hit the knife directly, but punched to confuse the opponent first, and the blade slashed from below and pointed directly at John's abdomen.

With a swipe, the blade was knocked off by John again. Aesop was about to scream and remembered John's words, so he swallowed the scream forcefully.

"Smart, but in the face of absolute strength, there is nowhere to hide any tricks."

"Come again."

brush--

"continue."

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"pick it up."

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Aesop didn't know how he got back to the dormitory in the end, but when he recovered, he was already sitting at the table in the dormitory.

Derek grabbed one of his swollen and bruised hands and tried to apply the medicine to him. Because Aesop's hand was twitching uncontrollably, it made it difficult for Derek to apply the medicine.

"...Why are you holding my hand?" Aesop asked.

"Of course it's for the convenience of giving you medicine. Your hands are shaking all the time." Derek didn't let go of Aesop's hand, he shrugged with some difficulty.

"I understand the truth..." Aesop said dryly, he looked down at his hand wrapped by Derek's hands, then looked up again, his eyes were dull, and he said with a dull expression: "If your two hands I'm all caught, so which hand do you use to give me medicine?"

Derek blinked, let go of one hand with an "oh", and he didn't have the slightest embarrassment of being caught taking advantage of it.

The door was pushed open, and Hill and Kells entered the bedroom with food.

Hill happened to witness the scene when Derek let go, he raised his eyebrows and glanced at Derek and Aesop with teasing eyes.

"God Derek, you didn't really hold Aesop's hand for 10 minutes did you?" Kells yelled exaggeratedly.

Aesop glanced lightly at Derek. Derek kept smiling and was not frightened by Aesop's eyes. He calmly picked up the wound medicine and applied it to Aesop's hands.

There was a sting from the cold ointment on Aesop's hands, and he couldn't help biting his lip to keep the scream out of his mouth, which caused him to let out a moan from his throat.

Derek couldn't help asking: "Your mentor is so cruel? Who is it?" His mentor never let him get hurt.

The backs of Aesop's hands were completely swollen, and there were several marks on his fair arms, which looked miserable.

Aesop nodded and suppressed the pain that was about to come out of his mouth, and said the name John told him: "Night Devil."

"Night Demon?!" The surprised voices of the three overlapped.

Aesop slowed down, and glanced at them in confusion, "?"

Hill said enviously and complicatedly: "What kind of luck is it for you? First TheJoker brought you to Armans, and now it's Night Devil?"

luck?Aesop never felt like he had that thing after losing Paige.

"That's the Nightmare—" Kells danced and said with emotion: "Oh, I remembered. You are not from this circle."

"Do you know who opened the Armans Colosseum?" Hill asked. He needed to know the extent of Aesop's knowledge in this area, so that he could explain it to Aesop.

However, Hill didn't think Aesop could guess it. Through these two days of getting along, Hill noticed that Aesop seemed to know nothing about the most famous criminals in Gotham, including the gangster forces of the four major families in Gotham. .

Hill cleared his throat, and planned to say those words triumphantly.

Aesop said: "The Court of Owls."

Hill forcibly swallowed back the words that had been wandering on the tip of his tongue. He stared at Aesop dumbfounded and asked, "I thought you didn't know this?"

Aesop looked at Hill with contempt: "I don't know about the gang relationship in Gotham Wonderland, but I'm not blind. The owl mask on the staff's face is fake? You can find the dark pattern on the weapon a few more times." The sentence engraved on it is Court of Owls. (Owl Court.)”

As soon as Aesop's words came out, Hill's hand under the table immediately touched the knife hidden in his pants, and he really touched the dark pattern Court of Owls that Aesop said.

This made Hill a little embarrassed. He always knew that there were lines on the weapon, but he never thought that the lines might depict the logo of the Court of Owls.

Hill didn't show it on the surface, and he continued: "Since you know the Owl Court, you should also know its function."

Aesop nodded, motioning for Hill to continue.

"In places other than Gotham, there are similar courts of owls, High Table (High Table), and their scope includes every country and city in the world, except Gotham."

"Getting into Gotham was their goal all along."

"If they want to enter Gotham, they have to contact the Court of Owls first. After all, the Court of Owls is the ruler of Gotham on the surface, and the court has never given a chance to the High Table. Not long ago, the adjudicator of the High Table forcibly entered Court of Owls."

"The adjudicator invaded the court with only one killer. He killed all the officers on duty that day and successfully entered the round table of the court. This stunned the court, which has always looked down on outsiders. They never thought that there are such people outside of Gotham. Great guy."

"The adjudicator of the High Table is only in charge of negotiations. She never drew a gun. She killed all the officers on duty with that killer alone. He is Boogeyman (Diya Doll), the ace killer of the High Table, no, it should be said that she is the most famous killer in the world. One of the top killers."

"There is a saying in the black world outside, it is better to dance with the devil than fight against the night devil."

Aesop pondered for a moment, then asked slowly: "So the High Table has really intervened in Gotham? And sent their night devils to take care of their children?"

As early as in the duel with John just now, Aesop saw that John was not easy. Once John entered the state, he was very focused, and he was immersed in it.

Similarly, Aesop was deeply affected by the other party's state, and he didn't even remember when he came back.

"That's all you care about?!" Hill asked in a low voice.

Aesop moved Derek's bandaged fingers, "Otherwise? Should I shout Long Live the Nightmare? ... Well, loosen the bandage, it's too tight."

Derek's grip on one end of the bandage was loose, his eyes were bent, and his vine-colored hair was casually placed on his forehead, looking a little unruly, Derek said: "Since you are the apprentice of Night Demon, then I can Pursue you?"

"...Does your pursuit of him have anything to do with him being the night devil's apprentice?" Hill's expression was numb, and he felt that no matter how nonsensical they said next, he would be able to calm down...

"No." Aesop didn't even think for a second, and refused in a second.

"Why?" Derek made an aggrieved expression. "Am I not handsome enough? Or do you like ugly ones?"

"You're ugly." Aesop stretched out his other hand and waited for Derek to bandage his other hand.Aesop thought for a while and said, "At least he must look better than me."

He said this to silence Derek.

Derek was silent. In Gotham, he hadn't seen a man who was better-looking than Aesop. There were quite a few outside, like the Avenger Iron Man Tony Stark, the Homelander of the Group of Seven, and the Superman of Metropolis.

Oh, speaking of Gotham, Wayne's adopted son Dick Grayson is recognized as the most beautiful man in Gotham, and Bruce Wayne is also very good-looking. Speaking of which, Aesop seems to look quite similar to Bruce Wayne?

Aesop thought that Derek was blocked by his words, and Aesop quickly added: "Give up, you can't compare to me in terms of beauty."

Calm shit! ! !

Hill felt that he couldn't calm down for a second. He lit a cigarette and kicked away the chair. Under Derek's cold gaze and Aesop's cold gaze, he squatted quietly in the corner of the room, facing the corner, and shut himself up.

"Okay." Derek shrugged, cut off the bandage and glued it on, and took out the disinfectant to Aesop to treat the wound on the other side. "Then do I still have a chance in the future?"

"No? I might like women." Aesop thought for a while and said slowly, he has never been attracted to any man, maybe he is heterosexual?

"It's too hard, I can't be a woman." Derek.

Aesop said contemptuously: "With a woman like you, I would rather like a man."

Derek said in surprise: "Great, can you like me then?"

"No."

"why?"

"...Didn't you notice that the topic went back to the beginning?"

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"Take a break for 2 minutes." John dropped the belt in his hand and straightened his suit.

John glanced calmly at Aesop who had been resting on the ground without hesitation since he said Hugh.

Aesop's chest was heaving, sweat slipped from his chin, down his neck to his collarbone, and finally disappeared into his white vest. He was so tired that he couldn't even lift his hand, but he still held the short knife tightly in his hand.

John just changed into a clean new bulletproof suit this morning, and now there are many knife marks on the suit, all drawn by Aesop.

Aesop is very talented. From the beginning, he even held the knife in the wrong way, and now he can attack himself at a higher frequency. It only took one night.

John felt an uncanny sense of pride, which stirred in his almost always calm heart.

See, here is his apprentice of John Jonathan Wick, apprentice of the Daredevil, brought up by himself.A killer as talented as he is.

"Are you interested in becoming a killer?" John's cold voice was especially loud in the quiet room.

"?" Aesop blinked his eyes foggy with sweat, and turned his head to look at John with a profile. "Not interested in."

"Oh." John replied dryly, he didn't feel much pity, and he picked up the belt again. "It's time to continue."

Aesop struggled to get up from the ground, he shook his legs, and asked suddenly: "Sir, will you still teach me in the future?"

His glass blue eyes stared at John quietly, and John's appearance was reflected in the brilliant pupils.

Students cannot appoint teachers, but teachers can appoint students.

John shouldn't have appeared in Almans Colosseum to tutor students. The one who came to Almans as an instructor should be Marcus, one of his only friends.

Marcus recently asked him to come to Almans to spend this week instead of him.

So John, who just finished the task and didn't even change his clothes, rushed here in a hurry, as he always did.

After training today, John should leave Almans.

John stared at Aesop's sparkling blue eyes with anticipation, and John knew that this was Aesop's plan to let him stay and continue to teach him.

If they are in this line of work, if they are easily persuaded by a child, how will they perform the task.

John's Adam's apple rolled, and he heard himself say, "Okay." The incense was real.

With John's assurance, Aesop smiled and bent his eyebrows. "Thank you, sir."

At this moment, John realized that no one could refuse the expectations of this wolf cub like a dog, absolutely nothing!

The author has something to say:

Aesop's combat mentor is Uncle Dog, and Aesop will become stronger quickly.We have to find a way to get Uncle Dog to join the Outlaws.

I want to work hard for full attendance next month, so let me be lazy this month (act like a baby)

I modified this chapter so that it has about 500 more words, rush!